The snowy environment makes quick work of ensuring that the chill atmosphere nips away at you. Wildlife in these parts is scarce right now; whatever footprints and other signs of tracking would normally be here are now only faint traces. Your environment is almost completely blank, covered by snow and frost."You readin' me, Viper?" you hear someone faintly say over your communicator.The earpiece you have also seems to be struggling with the chilly environment. You can just barely make out Hawk's voice on the other end.Deciding to stop for a moment, you adjust the subtly engineered microphone attached to your gear."F-fuck, sometimes I hate having to be the lead on this shit," you tell him, rubbing your arms for warmth as you do."Someone needs to be the eyes here. Remember, I won the coin flip on that one," he says, as if hammering home a point.Cocky bastard, you think to yourself. It's reassuring to know that Hawk is safe, at least.You've got to pull it together a bit better here. This contract is worth a lot of money. You'll be fucked with if anyone else takes it from you.DEAD OR ALIVE: ALEX CIVIDINNIA bolded title painted across the paper reads. The image depicts a burly, built man from Northern Canada with jet-black hair. You can see the definition of his trained body and his pale complexion."Can't wait to be a fuckin' millionaire," Hawk chimes in.>Remind me of this guy again, Hawk.>Just keep your sights on me, please. We can't afford to lose composure.>Agree excitedly with her; this is going to be amazing!
>>6452733>Remind me of this guy again, Hawk.
>>6452733>>Remind me of this guy again, Hawk.
